Inside my thighs
I’m cut to shreds
The last of blood
Is surely bled
It is not mine
This sorrow I bare
It’s kept inside
I keep It there
My feeble attempt
Is petty and weak
This beast inside
Sometimes sets free
She bounds and leaps
And lurks and creeps
He cuts and slashes
And brings ashes to ashes
Yet still I try
My very best
It’s name
I cry, Her name
It is - Sadness.
